15. Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Liria
“ A nd then we kissed!”
As I sat with Luciana, my hands were trembling and my voice was in a frenzy as I relayed the events of the night Ettore and I were on the rooftop. Looking back, I couldn’t believe that I had actually gone through with it, but at the moment, everything seemed to fall into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My heart raced as I recounted each detail, unable to contain my excitement and disbelief. The surrounding room seemed to fade away as I relived the thrill and adventure of the night before.
“No way!” she said.
“Yes way!”
“Took you long enough,” Tall Dino said, butting in on our conversation.
Luciana and I were on a hike, with Tall Dino and Short Dino keeping a watchful eye on us. We took a quick break, and as always, Tall Dino couldn’t resist indulging in our gossip.
“Don’t you have something else to do, like patrol the perimeter?” Luciana said, rolling her eyes.
Tall Dino simply reclined against a boulder, his wide grin unyielding. His laughter echoed in the valley, causing a flock of birds to take flight. Short Dino, busier and more disciplined, gave his partner an exasperated look before resuming his surveillance.
“Ignore him,” Luciana continued, waving her hand for extra effect. “What happened next?”
“Next…”
Oh god. I couldn’t say “and then he fingered me until I came for the first time.” Even if Tall Dino and Short Dino weren’t here, I didn’t think I’d be able to say that out loud.
“We just cuddled and then went back inside,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice even.
Luciana gave me a questioning look, but presumably didn’t push it because of the Dino’s presence.
Tall Dino however, had no problem speaking his mind. “There’s no way that’s all that happened.”
“Mind your business!” I said, pelting him with a pebble I had picked off the ground. His laughter echoed in the air, ringing loudly in my ears. I wished the ground would just swallow me whole.
“Ettore’s rubbing off on you. When we first met you couldn’t even look me in the eye,” Tall Dino said. “Now you’re assaulting me with rocks.”
“Shut up,” I grumbled.
As we continued our hike, my mind kept replaying the events of that night. Every touch, every whisper, each stolen glance, and that electrifying kiss stoked a fire inside me. The wilderness around seemed like an echo of my feelings, wild and untamed.
As we journeyed back to our parked car, the details of Ettore’s and my encounter played on an infinite loop in my mind. The wind whispered through the leaves, rustling them into a symphony that sounded like hushed secrets between lovers. We walked through a canopy of trees whose bark was as rough as Ettore’s stubble against my cheek. The layers of moss that clung to the tree trunks were like his soft and tender kisses on my neck.
“Blergh, I feel gross,” Luciana said as she opened the car door. “I’m covered in sweat.”
“It was a good workout,” I responded, half lost in my thoughts.
We chatted about random things on the way back to my apartment and the conversation flowed easily, as it always did between us. Luciana talked about her latest urban exploration location, her words melding together in to a comforting hum.
We pulled into the parking garage and I bid Tall Dino and Luciana my goodbyes. Short Dino accompanied me into the elevator, making sure I got into the apartment safely. Like usual, he stood there silently and did not speak.
“Uh…Goodbye,” I said awkwardly as I walked into the apartment. He just looked over my shoulder to confirm Ettore’s presence, then nodded at me before walking away.
“Think he might rival me on not speaking,” I quietly mumbled to myself.
“What was that, now?” Ettore asked, having overheard me talking to myself.
As I took in the sight of Ettore standing there, his broad shoulders leaning against the kitchen countertop with that infectious smile on his face, my heart fluttered, and I couldn’t help but remember our night on the rooftop.
“Nothing,” I responded. “Just thinking out loud.”
Ettore eyed me curiously for a moment, as if he could see right through me and into my racing thoughts. “Did you have a good time?”
I nodded. “A great time. I haven’t seen Luciana in awhile.” I replied, peeling off my sweaty jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. “Ugh, I’m gross. I need to take a shower.”
“What a coincidence,” Ettore said, pushing away from the countertop and closing the distance between us. “I need to take a shower, too.”
His tall frame towered over me, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple down my spine. His fingers traced up my arm, the heat of his touch searing into me and reigniting the memories of our night together.
Ettore leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. “Would you mind if we saved some water?” His low voice sent a jolt of desire coursing through me, my heart pounding in my chest.
My brain was on overload. Ettore hadn’t even tried to kiss me since that night, and now he was suggesting we shower together? Naked?!
“We can,” I blurted out. The response was definitely not as sexy as Ettore’s words.
He swooped down, capturing my lips with his in a searing kiss. Every nerve ending in my body ignited as I melted into him, my fingers reaching up to grip the front of his shirt. After a moment that seemed simultaneously endless and much too short, he pulled away just enough to whisper, “Shall we, then?” His eyes, heavy with desire, bore into mine.
At a loss for words, I nodded. He extended his hand and I took it, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest as he led me to our shared bathroom.
As Ettore began to undress, my throat went dry; I had never seen a naked man before. My father had also monitored my internet presence, so I never looked at porn. The only time I had seen male anatomy was in biology textbooks.
My eyes were glued to his every movement, the way his muscles flexed as he slipped his shirt over his head, the way he unbuttoned his jeans with an ease that was both daunting and exciting. Every inch that he revealed sent my heart fluttering in my chest.
Ettore was a work of art, a masterpiece of masculine beauty. His body was a canvas of muscle and smooth skin, dusted with dark hair that trailed down his torso and disappeared beneath the waistband of his underwear. He met my gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips as he took in my wide-eyed fascination. I blushed fiercely under his knowing gaze, but I found myself unable to break eye contact with him.
He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and pushed them to the floor. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks at the sight of him. The moment was both terrifying and thrilling, an odd mix of vulnerability and curiosity. His gaze never left mine as I took him in, his confident stare daring me to let my eyes wander. And wander they did.
It looked very different from the anatomy textbooks. His dick was hard, with prominent veins, and as I stared at it, a bead of fluid leaked out from the tip.
“Why don’t you undress?” He suggested gently, running his thumb along my forearm.
Getting over my initial shock, I removed my own clothes, my heart pounding in my chest with every layer I shed under Ettore’s watchful gaze. I had never felt more exposed, not even on the night we had spent on the rooftop underneath the vast expanse of the starry sky. As I undid the buttons on my shirt, trying not to fumble with the nerves tingling in my fingertips, Ettore moved closer, offering silent support and wordless encouragement.
He helped me slip out of my shorts, his fingers sliding against my skin fleetingly, causing shivers to roll down my spine. I looked up to see a soft look in his eyes, a tender concern mixed with a heated desire that was mirrored in my own heart.
I could barely offer him a nervous smile before his hands were at my sides, guiding me towards the shower. He turned on the shower and hot water cascaded from the showerhead, filling the room with a misty warmth and causing droplets to form on his bare skin.
Ettore stepped into the stream of water first, his broad shoulders shielding me from the initial impact. The sight of him under the water, his muscles glistening and his dark hair matting against his forehead, took my breath away. Swallowing my apprehension, I stepped onto the tiled floor of the shower.
He lathered up a washcloth with soap, eyes never leaving mine. The slick soap left a cool trail on his chest as he lathered it with careful precision, the droplets of water merging with the white foam. When he held out the washcloth towards me, I hesitated. A hundred thoughts spiraled in my head, most prominent being the fear that I would somehow disappoint him.
I glanced at the washcloth, then hesitantly extended my hand to take it. Ettore’s fingers brushed against mine as I wrapped my hand around the cloth, my pulse thundering in my ears as he continued to watch me. The warmth of his skin seared into mine; it was more intimate than anything we had ever shared before.
I wet the washcloth under the shower stream before bringing it to my chest. The sensation was startling, the hot water contrasting with the cool soap. I watched Ettore through my lashes as I ran the washcloth over my body. He was watching me intently, his gaze leaving a trail of heat wherever it landed.
He reached out suddenly, his fingers closing around mine to halt my movements. For a moment, we stood frozen in place, our hands clutched together above my beating heart. Then, slowly, Ettore grabbed the washcloth from my hand. He lathered the washcloth over my stomach, down across my hips and thighs.
His touch was gentle, exploratory, as if he was mapping my body with the washcloth. His every movement was slow, purposeful, matching the steady rhythm of water cascading down upon us. I could feel every plane and contour of his hand through the cloth, creating a delicious friction against my skin. When he brushed past the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding against my ribcage.
Slowly, Ettore withdrew his hand, his gaze never leaving mine. There was a heat in his eyes that sent a thrill through my body and made me both nervous and excited. He let the washcloth drop to the floor of the shower, the sound of it smacking against the tile loud in the silence between us.
For what felt like eternity, we stood still under the warm cascade of water. I watched as droplets ran down his chest and abdomen, the water giving his skin an alluring sheen. His stare held a tenderness that made my heart ache, yet there was an intensity that set my nerves alight with anticipation.
Ettore ran his hand along where the washcloth had been moments before. I let out a gasp as his bare fingers ghosted over my throbbing core that was begging for his attention. His thumb lightly stroked my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through me. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to prevent any more noises from escaping, but the sensations were becoming too intense.
Ettore’s other hand cradled the back of my head, pulling me closer. Our bodies pressed flush against each other, the heat between us nearly scorching. My hands instinctively found their way around his neck, fingers grazing the damp hair at his nape. His lips found mine in a tender kiss that was as comforting as it was arousing.
His thumb continued its leisurely circles over my clit while his fingers dipped inside me. I gasped into his mouth as I felt him inside of me, our bodies slick with water and soap, and we moved together instinctively. My body responded to his, trembling with need and desire.
Hearing my response, Ettore moved his fingers with more urgency. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I clung onto him, my body desperately seeking the release I so craved.
“Ettore,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the constant rush of water. His name was a plea, a prayer, and even as the words left my lips, my body convulsed with pleasure.
My knees buckled under me, but Ettore held me firmly against him. His fingers continued their rhythmical dance inside me, prolonging the waves of pleasure that rippled through my body. His lips never left mine, capturing each gasp and moan that threatened to spill from them.
The world seemed to spin around us as I succumbed to the pleasurable onslaught. Everything outside our little bubble ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the sensation of Ettore’s body against mine, his fingers deep inside me and his lips devouring mine with an insatiable hunger.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me, leaving a feeling of emptiness that was instantly replaced by the warm press of his body. His hard length slid against my lower abdomen, and I could feel the throbbing heat of him. My heart pounded in anticipation as he placed one hand on my hip, guiding himself closer.
My heart rate increased, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the high of my orgasm or this foreign feeling of having a man naked against me. As his dick made his way closer to my center, I couldn’t help but tense up with nerves. I was about to have that inside of me, and it was giant.
Ettore’s gaze darted up to meet mine when my body tensed up. He must have seen too much hesitation, because he put his hands on my hips and pressed away from me. I wanted to scream no, that wasn’t what I wanted, but I was too nervous to form words.
So, I watched as he pulled away from me.